Under the Western Moon 🌙

The desert was wide awake, though the town of Alton slept. Doors stood unlocked, streets lay quiet, and the pews of the little church had been empty since morning prayers. But out beneath the moon, a young cowgirl carried her faith and her courage into the night.

The wind tugged at her hair as her horse moved steady across the open land, hooves drumming a rhythm that matched the beat of her heart. The air was laced with sage and dust, the kind of night that felt like both a test and a promise. She wasn’t chasing sleep — she was carrying strength into the darkness.

Shadows gathered in the valley, reaching long across her path. But the moon’s light poured over her shoulders like armor, steady and sure. She sat tall in the saddle, every bit the picture of quiet confidence, a daughter of the West who knew the power of resilience. The wind carried whispers of prayer through the sage, half blessing, half reminder — and still she rode, unshaken, under the Western moon.

size: 68x51cm/ 26x20 inches

medium: watercolor, acrylic and pencil

unframed